The Runaway Groom Chapter 821

Irene lifted a brow and wondered to herself if Isaac was a frequent guest here.

Why else would the man greet him so warmly?

Still, she had yet to find what this place was for.

“And who might this lovely lady be?” the man asked, turning towards Irene just then—this was the first time Isaac brought a woman here.

“My wife.” Isaac nodded slightly. “Please show us the way to the horse stables.”

Irene’s eyes widened and turned in surprise toward Isaac, asking softly, “Are we riding horses?”

“Yeah. So? Are you afraid?” Isaac asked.

Horse-riding was certainly a novelty for Irene since she had never done it before.

However, she wielded scalpels and cut people open, starting out with corpses while she was an intern.

In that sense, what was there to fear about horses?

Spurred by her ego, she reared her chin. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Isaac chuckled. “Sure.”

They headed into the building and took a small cart to the stables.

were forty stalls arranged in four rows, and each horse’s fur was a lustrous sheen and their figures

tell that they were all

them then—he was waiting there after learning about Isaac’s

and Irene, he said, “I

to Irene, he continued, “Mr. Jefferson has never brought women here before, and to think that the first

to whisper beside her

in realization, and she said, “It’s my first time, so

towards Isaac.

“Good,” Isaac said flatly.

and Isaac had a private room to himself even though other

an attendant soon delivered Irene’s

was certainly top of the line, and the riding apparel

black while

clothing could look terrible if it did

a perfect match too: white shirt, red

the stables, Carl had already picked them two horses: one

one had a white patch of fur on its head that resembled a lightning

need

wanted to do

seeing riders spurred their horses to gallop overcast open plains on

in an open field now, the greenery here

tend to the grasscape

you use to come here

replied—this had been one

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